Take my word- L.Tewksbury

0.7

-Fucking psycho-

Angelica sat beside Tewksbury's mother. The two women were making pies and discussing wedding details. Elizabeth looked over at Angelica.

"You look much like your mother. Back in the day before she you know" she said. A certain rage builded up inside of Angelica when someone spoke about her mother.

Angelica's father King Richie never had much of an emotional connection with really anyone. Angelica was only 6 years old when it happened. Though she didn't see her mother very much anyways.

Angelica's mother was always very frantic,yelling,angry,sad,frustrated. It felt as tho young Angelica could do nothing right. "Mommy can you help me with my bow?" Young Angelica said. She held a little white ribbon in her hands.

Her mother looked at her and closed the book. She threw the book at Angelica hitting her directly in the face. She yelped her hands flying to her face. "Look at you! Can't even dodge a simple book but you want me to help you?" She squinted.

"You ruined my marriage you little home wrecker! Look at my body it's ruined because of you" she screamed. "Stop crying you looking fucking pathetic. Get out of my sight" the woman said.

Angelica wiped her tears and went down to her fathers study. He sat with his headphones in as he always did. His gelled hair slicked back to perfection. She climbed into his lap and laid her head on his chest. He peeked an eye open to see his daughter laying there.

Her tear stained cheeks and balled fist. She knew her father was emotionally absent. But he was always a shoulder she could cry on. He didn't give hugs or words of comfort. He'd say go her "Geli. Turn your emotions off, learn to be independent if you're gonna be queen".

Each time she'd say "I have so much anger toward her". He'd pat her knee and say "when the time is right. Unleash it, all of it". Angelica began a jar, everytime she got mad or sad she'd snatch a rose petal off a rose and put it in the jar.

From the time she was 7 to the time she was 17 rose learned one very important thing about her parents. They were going to hurt. Really really bad, they both knew it. The first time Angelica unleashed her full anger out on her father it was horrendous.

By the time she was done there were broken glass everywhere. The back of her head bled and multiple doors stained with crimson splatters. Only at the age of 12 she was on a rampage. A scream of anger and frustration left her lips.

The entire castle was a wreck. Her knuckles were left raw. She had quite literally fought her fathers girlfriend. How did this start you ask? Well.....

-about 3 hours earlier-

"Will you stop crying it's pathetic" dahlia said dismissively. A heart broken Angelica stared at the broken picture frame that her mother made. "Stop crying?" Angelica asked darkly. Anger seeped into her body.

"Has your mother not taught you anything? Don't let you're stupid emotions -" she was cut off. "Mention my mother again. I dare you" the girl stood up her head still hung low.". "Keep talking like that and you'll end up like your mother"

Before anyone could blink Angelica tackled dahlia. She pinned her abdomen with her knees. Angelica swung on her again and again. Dahlia tossed the girl off but Angelica kept running back.

The two taking multiple blows at each other. Richie wasn't home so there was no one to stop it. Dahlia had ran up stairs and a raging Angelica looked for her. "You wanted to fight right? Come out and stop being a pussy" she hissed. She pushed open multiple doors.

Dahlia then hit her over the head with a statue causing the girl to black out. The older woman wiped blood from her mouth. "Fucking psycho"